League of Legends Invades Another World

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This ruthless and bloody scene is centered on Fort Dwarf, spreading to the outside of the Renwall Mountain Range, and the dark red blood is gradually dyeing the muddy land.

In the desolate and gloomy environment, one after another bleak figures quietly shuttled through the oak forest, leaping across the mountains and hills, they were chasing the incomparably fragile enemy.

No one can escape the shroud of shadows, and silent killing reaped the despair of life.

At the top of the tree canopy, Jie stood alone, letting the howling wind roar, but he was as unmoving as a rock, his dull eyes reflected the killing scene, and shadows lingered.

"Leader, voyeurs have been purged!"

A gray shadow rose slowly behind him, and an indifferent voice came from it, reporting the news ahead.

Jie silently looked at the gray shadow, his eyes flashed with memories, he remembered the stubborn guy who would always follow behind him.

If he represents the present of Yingliu, then that guy represents the future of Yingliu.

During the Noxian Empire's invasion of Ionia, shortly after the massacre on the Uipo River, he clearly remembered meeting Kayn, who was a Noxian child soldier at the time, on the side of the river.

Kayn wielded a sharp-looking agricultural scythe, a lanky little man, and such was the cruel fate of the Noxians that even a child had to accept orders to become a soldier.

But Jie saw a weapon to be cut from the boy's body, and out of some consideration, Jie accepted him as a personal disciple.

Later, in this young believer, Zed saw a pure goal motivation that was comparable to his own, and saw the future of Shadow Stream.

"We will finally meet, looking forward to the moment when we meet, when the blade of the shadow stream will be stained with the glory of blood."

The sharp blade slid out of the cuff, slicing the falling raindrops, and the pervasive shadow obscured Zed's figure.

"Target, town of Ervindale, the shadows will bury their lives."

The shadows filled the air, and showers of rain were rolled up. Between the hazy sky, one after another illusory figures could be seen staggering forward.

Here, the Noxian Imperial cavalry will pick up the slack, and those icy machines are well suited to handle that.

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Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Old Jack woke up from a nightmare, sweat as big as beans covered his forehead and wet his gray-white hair.

He stretched out his hands to cover his tired face, and there was a trace of fear in his cloudy eyes. In the nightmare just now, Old Jack watched the oak tavern turn to ashes with his own eyes, and his familiar friends lay down on the ground one after another, the red blood stinging. Eye.

Gently turning on the exquisite magic lamp, Old Jack got out of bed in soft casual clothes and came to the window of the room.

The starry sky in the middle of the night, the continuous rain curtain is pattering, and there are few pedestrians outside the oak tavern, most of them are hangover passers-by, just enjoying the perfect nightlife.

Old Jack stopped for a while, the fine cold sweat was blown by the cold wind and dried on his forehead, but for some reason, he still felt the fear in the nightmare came to reality.

The door rang, and Old Jack turned to look. It was his old buddy John Andy. He seemed a little anxious. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw that he was safe and sound.

"What's the matter, John, what happened?" Old Jack asked.

"It's nothing, I just saw that the lights in your bedroom suddenly turned on and thought it was an accident." Old John said with a smile, his wrinkled face was full of warmth.

"Haha, this is our site, something unexpected will happen." Old Jack left the window, sat on the seat, poured a cup of hot tea, and took a sip.

Although Old Jack's expression remained calm, there was always some unease in his heart. He felt that the previous nightmare might not have been aimless, but maybe it was a warning given by fate.

"Has it been arranged? We will leave the town of Irvingdale at dawn, when the city guards change their shifts and when their defenses are at their most relaxed." Old Jack said, looking at Old John who was standing beside him.

"Almost all of them will be notified. Those who can leave with us have already replied. As for..." Old John paused slightly, then said firmly.

"As for the lack of a reply, I have arranged for people to keep silent."

As soon as the voice fell, the rickety old body revealed a terrifying aura, and the turbid eyes were full of killing intent.

Hearing Old John's narration, Old Jack didn't say much. He was too familiar with his old friend. Since they were abandoned in the Stoke Kingdom, this old man's character has been a little extreme, and his work style is also more dark.

"Rosetti, I haven't seen the little guy in the last few days, are you ready to make a breakthrough?" Old Jack started talking about Rossetti, a little guy with a good talent for cultivation.

"The evacuation is too urgent, and some people can't be mobilized. I arranged for Rossetti to help." Old John smiled slightly, and when talking about Rossetti, his fierce aura was much restrained.

"Arrange him to come back as soon as possible. I always have a bad hunch. I hope I'm overthinking it."

Old Jack got up from the seat, patted the old man on the shoulder, and glanced at the night sky outside the window again. At this time, the dark night was still shrouded in rain, as if a shadow fell, and there was no ray of dawn.

Destiny, I am your constant believer, may you bring me...  

boom!

The door was suddenly slammed open, and a figure covered in blood staggered into the room, panting non-stop. After seeing Old Jack and Old John, a dry voice came out.

"Uncle Jack, Dad, something bad happened. Cooper suddenly attacked us. We were unprepared and suffered heavy losses."

The rich life energy surged, and Old John appeared beside Rossetti, holding the seriously injured Rossetti with both hands, looking at the scars all over his body, and there was a slight chill in his eyes.

"Damn Cooper, why did they raid us at this time, did someone leak the news?"

"Don't think about it anymore, since they have already torn their faces, we can't stay any longer and leave now." Old Jack on the side said aloud, his old face was a little gray, and his hunch seemed to be fulfilled.

"But our people aren't ready yet..."

"Shut up, John Andy, don't you understand by now? We have long been exposed in Modrian's eyes, even...even he never took us to heart."

Old Jack directly interrupted Old John's words, recalling the group of black cavalry who once settled in the town of Ervindale, he finally understood Modrian's intention.

It turned out to have been eyeing us for a long time, huh, I really look down on us, an elite cavalry centenary.

He glanced at Rossetti, who was covered in blood, and said in a low voice, "Now, let's see if fate favors us, or we will be completely buried in the town of Ervindale tonight."

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